Take the long train to BombayDuck as the tunnels cameTune in your crystal setYou've won the freedom to forgetYou've won the freedom to forget

Feeling good migrationsTuned in to the mother nationTaking her aimChanging your name

Now we're nomadsThat stay in one placeNot a countryNot a faceStanding out but still like ghostsLong-term guestsUngracious hostsRe-written historyA sleepy slaveryThose sweet sweet sweet machinesSen fling, sellingGood migrationsTuned in to the mother nationTaking her aimRearranging the chains

The nine year old boy who had wanted to be whiteSet out on the journey from loneliness to prideHostile environments along the wayA slowly changing landscapeBut a steady stream of consciousness risingA steady stream of consciousness rising

This is the journey from loneliness to prideNo longer any need to hide

Struggle to liveAnd we cry struggle to surviveStruggla, struggla, struggla, strugglaJust to stay aliveIn the jungle you either do or you dieYou got to be awareYou got to have the jungle eye